Wondrous birds of prey sank their teeth in to shut the agony fighting the raging in to barter every soul to hell was a master stroke in the paramount importance of a queer mind yet unquenched by the ravages of time to be alone in the murderous silence of the lambs asymmetrical to the grossly unrealized tigers with so much fur to carry across time my brain couldn’t fathom poor tiny monsters Monday mornings going to work for the corporate fat cats who enjoy a good mouse once in a while if any since all the mice have poisoned human souls with their misinterpreted folly, joy!

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I’m writing these on a piece of old paper I acquired from the archive. We are allowed to experience the old ways of doing things, mostly creating things so we might have new stories or writers. In even a larger scale, every one is allowed to enjoy playing with instrumental music and art. We are insuring our creativity a better chance. This way those parts of our brains remain fully functional. The other day I played a piece of sheet music on the so called piano. It was saddening or stifling. I started making water at my eyes in the end. It was written by a composer called Chopin. When I questioned his sanity, SHE said that human beings are creative and emotions play a rather building stimuli for the original creation. And that I should be honored to be able to feel and touch the piece so deeply. I felt joy at this last comment.

Now I am writing to see how my mind is reacting towards creating stories. The best way seemed to write an account of my everyday lives, generating every cycle. But the reason for paper is that I thought having a “pen” among my fingers and producing words with the movements of my fingers and hands might be a raw experience. So I asked HER for a “pen” and SHE printed this “fountain” pen for me, and some old papers to begin with.ZB

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It all seems strange when you study human lives at those prewar primitive stages. It makes me compare my life to them. Come to think of it, they had great writers and artists too. Well, not bad.

These days we live in a world based on principles which are monitored and insured by MIND. Every one has a role and purpose. Every one is satisfied. There are still some feelings we share with old humans; we enjoy our part in rebuilding and reviving life on earth. Watching those lilies come out and blossom in front of my eyes or the growth of that whale the other day before we release it in to the waters was amazing.

In the part I’m a member, we grow live animals to repopulate the species on earth. We make sure their genes are compatible with the environment and that they would live a long natural life. We choose which species are better left extinct. Even with the help of the predictive skills of MIND, we generate new species to insure natural growth in every aspect in the evolution of earth.

Apparently at those eras, they grew animals for food supply which was terrible for the animal psyche. It lead to depression and extinction in many parts. We had to regenerate the species called “sheep”. The old sample was damaged mentally and physically.ZB